This is a oneshot, with a possibility of becoming a continuous story. It is a collection of short stories about the first signs of magic in some of our favorite Hogwarts students, all starting at about age seven.

First Signs

Hermione

Young Hermione Granger, age seven, sat on the edge of her bed stiffly, pouting and crossing her arms in distaste. She heard he father's footsteps as he quietly trudged up the stairway of his neat and pleasant home. He knocked on his daughter's door carefully. Knock, knock.

"Hermione, dear, come on- how about you go outside and play? The weather is lovely and you don't want to waste it sitting in your room. Reading is a fantastic activity, but one should never neglect his or her chances of adventure for the comfort he so often indulges." said her father in his gentle and deep voice.

"I don't want to go play outside, daddy!" cried out the girl. "The other children are no fun! They just want to toss a ball or play with a silly ol' dolly! I want to read a story! That's an adventure!" She gave him a stern look and put her hands 'round her hips, as though she was trying to firmly teach him a lesson.

Jack Granger chuckled to himself and thought about his daughter. She was wondrously bright and very witty, but she was quite stubborn, especially when it came to her books. He and his wife wanted her to be social and have friends, but she was so endearing and rigidly committed to her education. He wasn't worried about her success in the future, at least. "Come on dear, give it a try. Maybe the kids will play make believe. You like that game, don't you?"

"No. Why would I play make believe when I could read Peter Pan? The story is really better thought out that way."

"But it's a gorgeous day! The games really will be fun out in this weather! When it gets soggy or dreary out you can come back in, ok?" Jack smiled at her hopefully.

Hermione bit her lip in frustration. She knew she was losing the battle. She looked out her window and silently cursed the skies for sabotaging her Sunday afternoon. The sky responded to her contempt with a distant rumble, then a thunderous roar followed by a gargantuan downpour. The girl popped up, glowing with surprise and glee. She hopped onto her bed and started to bounce, shouting wildly at her father in excitement.

"Do you see Daddy? Do you see what happened?" she shrieked, frantically pointing at her window in excitement. "It's raining, boy it sure is pouring and- oh!- I just can't go outside now, not in this weather… this weather is simply- ghastly! I guess I'll just curl up and read for a while, yes?" She flew down from her bed and bounded to her bookcase, hurriedly snatching six or seven books and stumbling backwards because of the weight of the heaping pile. She caught her balance and dashed past her father, and down the carpeted stairs. He smiled softly as her heard his daughter ask his wife for a glass of milk, as he thought to himself. Well, she certainly seems to have the fates on her side.


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